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She saw and marked the revolutions that had been, and the present seemed to her only a point of rest, from which time was to renew his flight.

She remembered sitting on the edge of a white-sheeted bed, the muscles in her arms drawn taut as she gripped the linen and tried to contain her screams of pain, her teeth feeling like they’d crack from being clenched so hard, watching the seconds slowly drip off the clock.

She said, "Right now, while we have this time, I'm not going to do any of that other stuff. I'm going to seize this moment and simply enjoy being with Jesus while I can." Mary made a deliberate choice. She wasn't being lazy and using company as an excuse to get out of helping her sister with chores. She was choosing to focus on what mattered the most.

She was doing just what it looked like she was doing, lying about, half-awake and half-asleep, passing the time and waiting for something to change. Because it seemed very clear to her, in those first few days, that what she felt was so intolerable that it couldn't possibly last, and if she did nothing to distract herself from it, she'd use it up, and then she'd be able to get up, and move about, and care once again about her duties to her people, about her constitutional obligations to dancing and singing and feasting and praising the movements of the stars. She didn't consider at all--she didn't dare to consider--that the sources of grief inside her might be inexhaustible.

She says that all the things that have happened are actually in the present, that old things are all mixed up in current things, and current things mingle with future things, and future things are combined with old things; it's just that we can't feel it.

Shetani alikuwa malaika aliyeumbwa na Mungu lakini baadaye akamwonea Mungu wivu, wivu wa madaraka, hivyo Mungu akamtupa duniani kwa sababu ya kupingana na utawala wake mtakatifu. Duniani Shetani akamtumia nyoka kama mdakale kumdanganya Hawa. Hawa na Adamu wakamsikiliza Shetani badala ya kumsikiliza Mungu, nao wakalaaniwa. Shetani akajidai kuwa alikuwa na uwezo wa kufanya uzao wote wa Adamu na Hawa uwe mbali na Mungu, hivyo Mungu akampa muda wa kujaribu na kuthibitisha madai yake, lakini Shetani mpaka leo bado hajafanikiwa. Wakiitawala dunia leo kwa udanganyifu wa hali ya juu, pamoja naye, ni baadhi ya malaika ambao Shetani alifanikiwa kuwalaghai huko mbinguni. Mungu akawalaani pia na kuwatupa huku duniani, ambako Shetani alipapenda zaidi.

She touches her wrist where her watch used to be, her fingers lost without time to hold on to.

She was his favorite sin. She was not a habit for him anymore, she was an obsession.

She wasted my heart, my time.

She was never going to seek gainful employment again, that was for certain. She'd remain outside the public sector. She'd be an anarchist, she'd travel with jaguars. She was going to train herself to be totally irrational. She'd fall in love with a totally inappropriate person. She'd really work on it, but abandon would be involved as well. She'd have different names, a.k.a. Snake, a.k.a. Snow - no that was juvenile. She wanted to be extraordinary, to possess a savage glitter.

She was the stars and the heavens and the oceans. There was nothing but that single fragment of time, and this bud of love we had planted inside it. And then, at some point after it started, the kiss ended, and I stroked her hair, and the church bells rang in the distance and everything in the world was in alignment.

She was lost time. She smelled of dusty libraries and unwound clocks, salted sand and rain riding on the first rays of dawn.

She: Why do I feel this deep pain in my heart? He: It is natural for a human being to feel the pain of a broken heart! She: Will I ever come out of this pain? He: Absolutely yes! She: Are you sure? He: Yes! Be patient! Time will one fine day mend your broken heart!

She watched him from afar and gave him the time and space to travel the emotional rollercoaster, commencing at stunned, progressing to upset and lurking at angry. Then he brooded and grieved for the end of his life as he knew it.

She: Why do I feel this deep pain in my heart? He: It is natural for a human being to feel the pain of a broken heart! She: Will I ever come out of this pain? He Absolutely yes! She: Are you sure? He: Yes! Be patient! One fine day time will mend your broken heart!

Shun such as lounge through afternoons and eves, And on thy dial write, "Beware of thieves!" Felon of minutes, never taught to feel The worth of treasures which thy fingers steal, Pick my left pocket of its silver dime, But spare the right,--it holds my golden time!

Shoot sparks of green and grey Through time

Show me a man who is a time investor, I will show you a successful man

Shijun, we can't go back.

Show your compassion to people in their life time; no amount of your tears can serve as compensation when their coffins are lowered!

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are thenceforth to rule. Not William the Silent only, but all the considerable men I have known, and the most undiplomatic and unstrategic of these, forbore to babble of what they were creating and projecting. Nay, in thy own mean perplexities, do thou thyself but hold thy tongue for one day: on the morrow, how much clearer are thy purposes and duties; what wreck and rubbish have those mute workmen within thee swept away, when intrusive noises were shut out! Speech is too often not, as the Frenchman defined it, the art of concealing Thought; but of quite stifling and suspending Thought, so that there is none to conceal. Speech too is great, but not the greatest. As the Swiss Inscription says: Sprecfien ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden (Speech is silvern, Silence is golden); or as I might rather express it: Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

Silence can be breathing space and spawn release and wellness in a time of appalling inflation of words. But silence may be intolerably screaming, if it means absence of communication, deficiency in friendship and emotional deficit. (« A gap of silence”)

Silvery is the mirror of time If you look at it with mind unruffled Each experience made you stronger Each defeat made you enamelled

Simple Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It's not that we want to survive, it's that we've been drugged and made to act as if we do while all the while the sea breaks and rolls, painlessly, under. If we're not copying it, we're lonely. Is this the knowledge that demands to be passed down? Time is made from swatches of heaven and hell. If we're not killing it, we're hungry.

Since life is in time, since life is in seconds, minutes, and hours; that means to waste time is to waste life.

Since life is in time, since life is in seconds, minutes and hours; that means to waste time is to waste life. To lose time is to lose a life. So don’t waste time!

Since time comes in seconds, in minutes and in hours, we must learn to convert time, else, it will slip away and can never be regained.

Sir Henry fixed him with a keen eye. 'Odd name, Tom Skatt - eh?' 'Thats right' 'You don't think we could be related?' Tom looked up at his great-great-great-uncle and smiled. 'I don't think so' 'No,' grinned Sir Henry "no, of course not

Small children will talk to anyone, once the guard of shyness has fallen, and they have, like the elderly, a sense of immediacy, a need to say or do something, now, now, the minute it is thought of, combined with that other sense, of the complete irrelevance of time.

SLeeping is a time lost, staying with your parents it's the great time of depression.

Smartass Disciple: Where were all things before the time began? Master of Stupidity: What was the time before all things created?

So because you are converting it, you are actually conserving it.

So because you are converting it, you are reproducing your life that way.

So, each of us has a special gift and it takes time to discover it

Social networks are so full of wasted time - they could be compared to a waste disposal system. Flush, before you go and waste no time to go.

So few things we need to know. And the old wisdoms shudder in us and grow slack. Like renunciation. Like the melancholy beauty of giving it all up. Like walking steadfast in the rhythms, winter light and summer dark. And the time for cutting furrows and the dance

So it is: we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not Ill-supplied but wasteful of it.

Solitude helps you to see life the way it is.

Solitude is a greater treasure than wealth.

Solitude is an opportunity to arrest time and convert it into products.

Solitude allows you to sit down and work out a system that works best for you.

Solitude helps you to convert your time into the clarity of purpose.

Solitude is a way of overcoming distraction so that you can convert your time into something of worth.

So I was just thinking about how something happened today and it was quite insightful, humbling and puts things into perspective. If you look at anything, everything has it's 'story' so to speak. For instance, for me to even write this status requires an obscene amount of processes (essentially limitless). Just the biological processes that have to take place are in the trillions. Then you add the technological component, the psychology behind it(self-awareness/consciousness). Then you start looking at the macro factors behind it which include how I came into existence, how life came to be for that to occur, how earth came to be, the sun, the solar system, the galaxy, universe...etc. So the odds for all those things to occur for me to write a simple (or not so simply) status like this....is pretty fucking incredible to say the least.

Solitude allows you to be able to arrange your life only around your destiny.

Solitude always gives birth to something.

Solitude helps you to discover that you can walk through life all by yourself and that you don’t need to be dependent on anything.

Solitude is a wonderful treasure the world is still yet to discover.

So it has been, again and again throughout my life, as I form connections with people and then lose them to distance and time. I mourn those losses, even when I know my erstwhile friends are safe and happy among their own kin.

Solitude is a time when you go into a determined period of making the best of your time.